Toronto, Canada, January 15th 1935: County Lock Up

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Somehow, despite, or maybe because of his own fear at being trapped in this time and place, Tyler managed to fall asleep on the cot of Cell #18 last night, curled up with his backpack for a pillow.

Jake and Sully haven't noticed who else is in the cells farther down, by now having awakened with the groans of people who have very bad headaches and a desire to consume a lot of asprin.

It's 8 am...and all's quiet for now.

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It's a concern where he's from, alright.

However that doesn't mean that tyler isn't going to look out some more, enjoying what is a very nice, sedate and calm car ride.

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Alas, it's over all too soon, and then Constable Parker leads Tyler up to the door of a nondescript apartment building. Parker taps out a complicated pattern of knocks on the door, then waits.

And waits.

And waits some more.

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"You sure they're home?"

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"They should be," says Parker with a frown. "I'll try again."

He does--or starts to, anyway. Before he gets halfway through the secret knock, a muffled voice can be heard: "Enough! Enough! I'm coming!"

The door opens to reveal a swarthy, barrel-chested old man. "So, this is the little troublemaker, eh?" he says with a sharp look at Tyler. His voice is gravelly and has a heavy Greek accent.

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"Yessir." Tyler replies, backing up a step and holding onto his backpack like his life depends on it. "An if you're referring to the robbers they were asking for trouble."

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For a long moment, the man just stares at Tyler. Then:

"Well? Don't just stand there, get inside! Nothing but big blond target you are, standing on front porch gaping like a fish..."

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...Tyler's beginning to see Mr. Parker's point on Mr. Tapas.

"Yes sir, Mr. Tapas, sir." He grins trotting inside hurriedly.

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"I'd better get back to the station," says Constable Parker. "You think you can handle him, Spiro?"

Spiro snorts a laugh. "That was meant to be a joke, maybe? You just get back to your day job and let Spiro do what the chief asks, eh?" He closes the door and turns back to Tyler. "So. Little Mister Marlocke. What am I to do with you?"

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"Make sure I don't disappear on you until your cheif gets to talk to me?" He replies, after thinking a bit. "Other than that... you have a place I can practice my sword katas and a stick I can practice with?"

However, the contents of a certain someone's stomach rather loudly remind him that the last meal he ate was a freaking chocolate bar

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Before Mr. Tapas can answer that, a woman's voice sing-songs from somewhere further back in the house. "Oh, Spiii-ro? Are you trying to hide our guest from me?"

A little old lady, so plump as to seem almost round, bustles into the front hallway. "Oh, there he is!" she cries, grabbing Tyler up in a surprisingly strong hug. "You poor thing, lost so far from home with nobody to care for you... Well, no matter, you have Auntie Tasia to take care of you now, yes?"

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"Wugh?" Tyler looks boggled and surprised, to say the least of it.

He's not exactly used to being mothered like this, much less by a Greek woman. "Yes'm?"

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Tasia breaks off the hug and holds Tyler out at arm's length, looking him up and down with a critical eye. "Ach. So skinny you are! Do they not feed the children in America?" She starts pushing him toward the far door. "Come into the kitchen, I make you a nice soup and some moussaka..."

"He is missing person, woman!" grumps Spiro. "Not a houseguest! All we gotta do for him is keep him safe until tonight when he meets with the chief."

Tasia clucks her tongue at her husband. "Oh, Spiro, have a heart! He's only a little boy who misses his mama, isn't that right, Tyler?"

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Tyler is a very bewildered gadget hero right now, and is a bit too stunned to make a reply.

Which is why his stomach makes another loud gurgle for him.

"...all I had to eat last night was a chocolate bar..."

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"Well then, what are you waiting for??" She continues to herd him toward the kitchen. "Come, come come come--"

And much feeding ensues.